[ dante senses him before he sees him, body tenses in a way that has been a constant over the last... god knows how long since he and vergil went to hell. instinctively he reaches for the guns at his sides, only to stop himself upon seeing the pair of familiar wings, then the body that follows it. he should be relieved, should be almost overjoyed to see nero, but something doesn't sit right and it screams in the back of his head.
he is seated on a bench when nero approaches him, seemingly relaxed but the trained eye can see he is anything but. he's on edge, ready to leap at the first sign of trouble, ready to strike at the first perceived attack. he sits like a predator awaiting prey. ]
At the start. [ there is some forced joviality to his voice, but the tone still remains the same as it as. traces of vergil clinging to his body like a security blanket. ] The hell did you mean "yeah and no"?
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he is seated on a bench when nero approaches him, seemingly relaxed but the trained eye can see he is anything but. he's on edge, ready to leap at the first sign of trouble, ready to strike at the first perceived attack. he sits like a predator awaiting prey. ]
At the start. [ there is some forced joviality to his voice, but the tone still remains the same as it as. traces of vergil clinging to his body like a security blanket. ] The hell did you mean "yeah and no"?